We were the only people in the lounge at that time, because it was early. B.J. thought we should go out to the main bar, and hang out with everybody. We left the lounge, and headed to the bar.
“Hey brother, yer logo looks great on her ass.”
“Yeah, I know it does, brother,” and then he slapped my ass.
When we got there, B.J. told me to sit at the bar, between J.T. and Danny.
“So really, how did he not scare ya away? He’s ugly, and he’s fuckin’ mean.”
“That’s what I hear, but I haven’t seen it.”
J.T. leaned in close to me, so others might not hear.
“So, I keep hearin’ about these chocolate kisses; when am I gonna get to see ’em?”
“When would you like to see them?”
“Show me your tits.”
I lifted my shirt up.
“Those don’t look like chocolate kisses.”
“No, not yet.”
“Were those assholes fuckin’ with me?”
B.J. comes over, and stands between me and J.T. He leant down and sucked on my right nipple, quick and hard.
“Oh yeah, now it does!”
Everyone was laughing their asses off at J.T., even J.T.
“Fuck all you! Abby, come help me pick out some tunes on the jukebox.”
J.T. and I returned to our seats at the bar, after we selected some songs. I learned that he also drives a semi-truck, and he does a lot of driving for Danny’s company. He hasn’t had good luck with women in the past, and isn’t looking for a serious relationship. He also holds his father in high regard, just like his brother.
There had been a lot of people starting to come to the clubhouse, over the past hour, and it was starting to get packed at the bar, so B.J. said the four of us should head back to the lounge. We sat in the main area, with the large coffee table, in two adjacent leather couches, that formed a corner. Danny sat in the corner of one couch, with me next to him, J.T. sat in the corner of the other couch, with B.J. next to him.
“I like yer new look, darlin’. It’s very sexy.”
“Thanks, Daddy. Danny bought me some new clothes today.”
“Son, did ya take care of the other thing we discussed?”
“Yeah, dad, just before we got here.”
“I have a question, but I don’t know if it’s something I’m allowed to ask.”
“It’s just us baby, so ya can ask anythin’ ya wanna ask. If it’s somethin’ ya shouldn’t ask, we’ll let ya know.”
“I’m assuming your ‘fraternal’ club is a motorcycle club, right? I’m beginning to understand stuff, but can someone please explain the patches I see on some of the women? I thought women couldn’t be members; although, I have noticed their patches are different.”
All three of them smirked, and it was B.J. who took the lead on the discussion.
“We’ll start from the top, down, okay? For our club, some women might wear a ‘Property of’ patch. It’s their man’s patch, and they wear it to support him, and all his brothers. There are other clubs that do the same, and there are clubs, that are also for men only, but their women wear a ‘Ladies of’ patch. There’s also clubs that allow women as members, and they wear the same patch as their men.”
“How does a woman get to wear her man’s ‘Property of’ patch?”
“Without tellin’ ya things you don’t need to know, let’s just say, there would be discussions that need to take place. Discussions between the member and his woman, and discussions among the member’s chapter. After those discussions, there might come a time when it’s right.”
“What’s the reason a woman wears a ‘Property of’ patch, other than to support the members?”
“Most important, it provides her protection by the club. It lets others know she deserves more respect, than a woman who doesn’t wear it. It’s a right that a woman has to earn; and it can be taken away at any time, if she doesn’t hold up her end of the commitment. It is a commitment, and something that shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
“I see. Thanks for the explanation. I can support all of you, without wearing it, right?”
“Absolutely, darlin’. I would suggest that ya spend time observing things, before ya have that discussion with Danny. Ya don’t have to wear that patch to be respected; ya’ll be respected, because yer Danny’s woman, but only if ya behave how yer expected.”
“I understand.”
Some other members had trickled into the lounge, while we were talking. Danny grabbed my left leg that was next to him, put it over his thigh, and rested his right hand on the inside of my thigh. Anytime someone came into the lounge, that had just gotten to the clubhouse, would greet B.J., Danny and J.T. Some would talk a little, some wouldn’t, but they all went to another sitting area. I was only introduced to some of them. My assumption, was they were more significant than others, for some reason. I noticed the only men who had the nerve to look between my spread thighs, were B.J. and J.T., which I found humorous. J.T. found it difficult to sit still; he kept readjusting how he was sitting.
A couple approached us, he was a member, and she was a ‘Property of’; this was the first time I’d seen another woman in the lounge. They both greeted the guys with big hugs and kisses, and then Danny introduced me. Chuck was an older man, probably around B.J.’s age. He was tall, built, had a little beer belly, bald, and had a black mustache and goatee. Marie was an older woman, probably around Chuck’s age. She was petite in height and stature, and had long, jet black hair.
“Marie, would ya take Abby with ya and get us a round? Get something for yerselves, too.”
Danny gave her a card, and he didn’t have to tell her what drinks to get. I followed her out of the lounge, and to the bar. The guy behind the bar was busy with a full bar, but he took care of Marie right away. She told him who the drinks were for, and that’s all he needed to know, in addition to our drinks.
“Can ya carry three, without droppin’ or spillin’?”
“Yes, I can.”
One of the guys standing outside the lounge, opened the door for us. By process of elimination, I knew whose drinks I was carrying. I handed a drink to B.J., Danny and then Chuck. Marie handed a drink to J.T., and when she handed my drink to me, she whispered in my ear.
“Ya should’ve given Chuck his drink, before Danny. Ya probably dunno, but he has a position higher than him.”
“Thank you, Marie. I appreciate it.”
Chuck and Marie hung out with us for a while. Marie didn’t talk very much, just a few comments to me, but she seemed very nice. In fact, neither of us spoke much; the guys were talking, laughing, and yelling at times. Marie leaned close to me, and whispered again.
“I’ve always wanted to ask one of his ladies, but they were never around long enough. How is Danny in the sack? He’s very hard to read, and he seems grumpy most of the time.”
I knew better, than to give her any specifics, good or bad. Also, I knew my reply had to be appropriate.
“Honestly? He’s the best I’ve ever had.”
She sat up straight, looked at me, and smirked.
Danny walked over, stood in front of me, put out his hand for me, and when I grabbed it, he pulled me up from the couch. He didn’t say a word to me.
“See ya in a little while, Marie.”
He held my hand, we left the lounge, and he took me into his room.
~ ~ ~
“Yer doin’ well tonight. Do you like Marie?”
“Oh good, I thought you brought me in here, because I did something wrong. Yeah, Marie seems nice. She told me I didn’t hand out drinks in the right order.”
“Ya can learn a lot from Marie. She’s a good woman, and she’s a ‘Property’ I want ya to learn from. Was she nice about it?”
“Yes, she was. Um, she did ask me something about you… She wanted to know if you were good in the sack, because she thinks you’re always grumpy.”
“Oh shit, what did you say?”
“Told her you were the best I ever had.”
“Did ya tell her anything else?”
“Nope.”
“Perfect, baby.”
“Watchin’ men sneak looks at ya tonight has been makin’ me so horny.”
He grabbed my wrists tight, paused for a brief moment, put them around his neck, and kissed me deeply. He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped and opened his pants. He bent down, put his hands on my ass, picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us over to the bed, crawled to the middle of the bed, with me still wrapped around him, and kissing me. He slipped my babydoll tank off, and sucked my left nipple. I felt his right hand go to my left hip, he felt around with his fingers, and then I heard something tear. He did the same to my right hip, and I heard the same sound. He grabbed the front of my panties, pulled, and I felt them slip out from my crotch. I was still wearing my chaps, and boots. He removed his boots, pants, and briefs, and laid back down, between my legs.
He put his hands low on my abdomen, and I knew what would follow. I spread my legs for him, he lay between them, stretched his thumbs down to spread my outer labia and he pleasured me with his talented tongue. Flicking, sucking, darting, and repeating these, until I came many times. He got up on his knees, grabbed his cock, drenched the head in my honey and drove it inside me. He slowly thrusted in and out deeply, until I cried out in passion. He grabbed my ankles, lifted them over his head, lifting my ass off the bed and raised my pussy higher to meet his thrusts. He mercilessly drilled his shaft in and out, until he came deep inside me. I loved to watch him, as much as he enjoyed watching me. I loved feeling all of his big muscles flexing, as he fucked me and how they tensed up when he climaxed.
“You’re such an amazing lover.”
“That’s cuz ya have the best cunt I ever fucked.”
He wasn’t a romantic. He was raw, he didn’t tell me what he thought I wanted to hear, he told me how he felt, and I loved him for it. Some might think him too vulgar, or impolite. I found his being an alpha male extremely sexy; it made me wet, just thinking about it. His need, or want of sharing me with select men, was not because he didn’t care about me, or thought of me as his whore. One would think an alpha male would not share, but he really got turned on watching me with another man. He was very selective. I did it for his pleasure, and mine, too.
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